7, 6, 5
Some poems here as I catch up.
These prompts from NaPoWriMo...
Today, we challenge you to write your own poem that emulates these songs – something to snap, clap, and jump around to.
I can't double dutch
So I think up games
with my anxiety instead:
tell me- tell me-
how lost i am,
counting the breaths
from a thoughtless slam.
how many can we turn around?
tell me- tell me-
til we've found
1, 2, 3
And I just keep counting until I trip!
In your poem today, try writing with a breezy, conversational tone, while including at least one thing that could only happen in a dream.
As a last resort,
I start talking
To the door.
Very quietly;
everyone else is asleep.
We make fun of the cats
Until I have the courage
To ask for a relay
Unworded
But it is a door
And it only replies,
"Deep breaths, I'll open again eventually."
Then it tips me away
To the previous floor
Because it has door business to resume.
...write a poem in which you talk about disliking something – particularly something utterly innocuous, like clover. Be over the top! Be a bit silly and overdramatic.
Not that they are
Utterly innocuous but
My irrational hatred for
Blue Lights At Night
Especially LED ones.
I assure you I am justified in this,
I am not the only one.
Because
How the fuck am I supposed to sleep,
Too bright and another thing on my mind?
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